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“Fuck a nun, Tomas Piety!”
“Fucking priest?” he said, staring at my robes. “How are you a fucking priest? If I’m any judge, half your crew are puking shitfaced and you’ve fucking killed one of them yourself.”
“Aye, that’s Will the Woman,” Jochan said. “We called him that because every time Will kills a man he weeps afterward. Mind you, he’s killed so many fucking men it ain’t funny no more, but you know how a name sticks.”
One thing you didn’t do was laugh at Jochan.
“Are you laughin’ at my bruva” - Peaky Blinders, S.1
I remembered how some of the other boys had laughed at Jochan, once. Only once. No one laughed at Jochan a second time. Not ever.
“You’re my brother, you’ll always have a place.
Those were the times we lived in. We might as well make the most of it while it was still there.
We had won the war, but at what cost?
Us conscripts don’t want glory or honor. We just want to not die today.
